O beyond the shattered hills I see,

scattered bones scattered bones of me,

tattered visages, tattered visages of myself

let the world see how I have become an elf.

 

Look at me

I have been blessed with a scarf of boils

the devil laughs with glee

at a broken monument that spoils

 

O beyond the shattered hills I see,

scattered bones scattered bones of me,

tattered visages, tattered visages of myself

let the world see how I have become an elf

 

The total alliteration of sadness

born into residual madness

makes me sip bleakness

the melancholy of this darkness

 

At the penny drought,

my soul begins to pout

and frown and toil,

till hard tears fall to the soil

 

O beyond the shattered hills I see,

scattered bones scattered bones of me,

tattered visages, tattered visages of myself

let the world see how I have become an elf.

By Kakraba Afful


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